Villains in the 1960s were so bad at covering their tracks that a group of suburban brats regularly just stumbled across their schemes while hula-hooping and drinking malt shakes and enforcing segregation or whatever the hell kids did in those days.

Coming up with a recurring enemy for Wolverine is harder than it sounds, because he has a habit of gutting them from throat to crotch like a misbehaving catfish, which is sort of understandable when your power is mostly indestructible claws and mood swings.

It wasn’t always easy to fill 22 pages worth of Comic Code-friendly stories and adventures, especially not since anything good you came up with would just get stolen by Stan Lee anyway. Combine that with deadline panic, and you end up with a few characters who didn’t think their personas through very well.